"Good - that means I can teach you!"I knew enough to put my face between her thighs. I lost myself a bit, seeing a real pussy, and up close, for the f...rst time. I started to lick the whole thing, up and down. "I like that, but I want you to open my lips." It should be stated, whatwver Cindy's perceived physical imperfections, her pussy was genuinely beautiful. Lush, fleshy lips covered by fine hair parted at my fingers. She was wet. Not dripping or anything, but noticeably wet. I started to. It was a trait that came with the life they lived. They were folk who braved the elements and faced the possibility of death on the seas with dismissive bravery. They’d all signed on for what they knew was going to be a very dangerous mission. They were gamblers, throwing their lives in as the ante, hoping to win big. People like that didn’t tend to get hung up on things like prejudices, superstitions, or jealousy.They were exactly the right kind of people for Bella to find a sense of community. “I was thinking about you this morning,” he said, “and about how great you were when we gave up playing cards. I could hardly wait to come and see you. Is this all right?” The hand that was still cupping her buttock rose up, caressing her back, stopping at the closure at the back of her bra and with a twist, uncoupling the hooks through the material of her dress.Susan felt his erection against her belly. She felt the sudden surge of lust his approach inspired. Her nipples were hard, her pussy. What breasts! They were creamy white, with the blue tracery of her mother and grandmother. They stood out from her torso without the slightest hint of sag. Her nipples were large and proud with in-pointing centres. The areolae were about two inches in diameter and crinkled and magnets to my mouth. I reverently licked around her nipples, one after the other, feeling the ruched surfaces rise even further. I sucked her left nipple into my mouth, swirled my tongue and laved it, and felt it burgeon.